Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into my flesh as she moves toward me. I don’t let even a muscletwitch as she stands in front of me. She tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine before she speaks.
“Cidney,” I mutter.
She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she reaches for my hand and brings it to her breast. Curling my fingers around her flesh, I massage her there, but I don’t make a single move further. We’ve kissed a fuck of a lot, done a bit of heavy petting, but she hasn’t been ready for more.
I’m wondering if she wants more now. My heart slams against my chest at the idea. Touching and tasting is great, but I have never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life than to be inside the woman I love.
“I want you, Trent,” she exhales.
“Don’t you want to wait for the wedding reception night?” I ask, even though that is nothing near what I want.
“No, I don’t.”
She’s so adamant, which is hot as fuck. My hand slowly slides from her tit, down the center of her chest, then I slip it between her legs. Growling, I feel her wetness against my fingertips. Shifting my face closer, I touch my mouth to hers.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her lips. “What do you want?”
She hums against my mouth, then she shifts her hips forward. “I want you, Trent. I want all of you.”
“Are you sure? Are you ready?” I ask.
If she tells me no, I might actually cry. I would stop, but I would fucking cry about it. “I’m sure, Trent. I’m so ready. Beyond ready.”
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs and pick her up. I carry her to the bed, then slowly place her down on the mattress. She reaches for my workout shorts and slides them down my hips. They fall to my ankles at the same time I rip her panties into shreds.
I align my cock with her center but don’t push inside her. This is her last chance to say no. I want to make sure I give it to her even though it’s the last thing I want to do. Pressing the head of my cock against her center, I look into her eyes.
“Are you sure? I can wait,” I say, even though a light sheen of sweat has broken out over my forehead.
Cidney’s lips curve up into a smile, her hair splayed out on the mattress like a fucking halo. Goddamn, I love this woman. She lifts her hands, and they curl around the sides of my neck as she looks into my eyes.
“I’msosure,” she exhales. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime. Make me your wife.”
“Fuck,” I hiss as I sink inside her.
I bury myself to the hilt, careful not to move, allowing her to adjust to me and taking in her expression and her eyes. Ensuring that she isn’t panicking or upset. But I don’t find anything other than excitement.
“I love you, Trent. I love you so much.”
I clench my jaw, wondering how long I can stay here like this when all I want to do is move, hard and fast. I want to come so fucking hard inside her sweet cunt. I don’t do that, though. Maybe next time, but this first time needs to be all about her, about love.
Tilting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers. “I love you so fucking much, Cidney. My good girl.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Fuck me hard and fast. I need to feel you.”
So, I do just that.
I fuck my wife.
And it’s perfect, just like her.
Just like us.
My world. My life. My wife.
WILD DREAM
A Vicious Reapers MC Novel
